Final Fantasy VII fan fiction. Reno x Rude.
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A low groan echoed throughout the small room of their apartment, coming from a particular red-head that wouldn't take any time in the day to simply shut up. Unkempt crimson locks moved along the pillow, with his long reddish ponytail hanging off the edge of the mattress. A second grumble escaped his lips, echoing again in the atmosphere. That was Reno awake.
"Ugh...Rude...you're pushin' me off the bed, jerk," groaned Reno, still half-asleep.
"Oh, sorry..." Rude replied, sluggishly rolling back to his side of the bed. "Sorry, Reno."
"You still have your leg on me...move..." Reno groaned again, resting a forearm over his face. "And it's too bright. Rude, can ya get up and close the curtains?" Always moaning, and yet he refused to stand up and do it himself.
"Too early for that," he answered simply.
"What do ya mean it's too 'early' for that?"
"Look at the time."
"No thanks."
Turning over onto his side, turquoise eyes cast their gaze to the bald man resting beside him. Rude had his back turned to Reno, obviously. This was the only time in the day where Reno could actually see Rude without his sunglasses on, and yet, the man wasn't even facing him. Reno moved up behind Rude, and soon, he swathed a slender arm around the bald male's built torso.
"Rude," he cooed, and then the firecracker rested his chin onto Rude's shoulder. "Hey, partner. How're ya hangin'?" Reno asked, eyelids half open.
"Fine."
"That all - just fine?"
"Yeah, fine."
With the arm around Rude's torso, Reno moved it south, and then his hand grabbed at Rude's crotch. Reno felt Rude's hardened manhood through those baggy boxer shorts. Reno purred, pressing his lips against Rude's ear.
"Partner, I feel a case of morning wood," stated Reno so casually. "Need help with that?"
Rude huffed at first, but then gave a slow nod. "Sure," he answered. If he said no, then Reno probably wouldn't listen to him anyway, or convince him otherwise.
Sinking his hand into Rude's boxer shorts, Reno enveloped his fingers around the erect manhood, already beginning to stroke the length upwards and then down. It felt warm, balmy inside Rude's underwear. Reno bit onto his bottom lip, as his turquoise hues idly watched Rude. Morning wood was a pain, and so was the elevated hormones during the early hours of the day.
His thumb brushed over the slick slit of the mushroom head, and that's when Reno heard a grunt escape Rude's throat. Reno's hand tugged on the manhood, squeezing around the mushroom head and the veiny flesh.
"O-oh...d-damn..." Rude grunted. "You're wringin' it like a damn towel..."
"That's right, partner. I know you like it rough and I'm not gentle."
"D-damn...what the heck are your hands made out of..."
"Don't worry, partner. I'm sure you'll be relieved in no time," answered Reno.
Still squeezing around the length, Reno slowly moved his hand upwards and then down, allowing his fingers to squeeze around the entire length. While premature semen appeared in pearls over the slit of the head, Reno soon collected those droplets of loose cum with his eager thumb. A pinkish tongue poked through Reno's lips, and he trailed his tongue along the side of Rude's face. Ah, the taste of bitter sweat and the need for a shower.
"Look at me, Rude," demanded Reno.
"Why?"